The Divine Hunter Chapter 16: Trolls on the mountain

Outside the cave is a long and narrow ravine with cliffs on both sides. From time to time, fine stones roll down the smooth slope, making it difficult to climb.

To go to the Ring of Elements, the two of them had to go around the ravine.

You can walk halfway.

A silly voice suddenly came from above and stopped the two of them.

"Hey, you two! This is like a troll mountain. No outsiders are allowed to pass, so leave quickly!"

"If you don't obey me, the trolls will stone you to death!"

Roy looked up.

At the top of the steep **** about ten meters high, three humanoid monsters were standing there looking down.

They are so muscular that their width and height are almost the same. From a distance, they look like three swaying cube stone pillars standing on the edge of a cliff.

The bulging limbs vividly illustrate what rock-like muscles are.

The skin on their chest and abdomen in front of their bodies is orange, but the skin on the back of their bodies, the sides of their necks, and the top of their heads is green and rough, with uneven stones of different sizes growing on them. On top, a natural armor like a turtle shell is formed.

This reminded Roy of the clay golem he had encountered.

Under their green heads, their two soybean-sized eyes are dry and lifeless, as if they are ready to take a nap at any time. Their snub noses with everted nostrils and yellow fangs in their big mouths give them a sense of simplicity and cuteness. temperament.

Roy stared at the leading one, his dark gold pupils becoming deep.

Rock Troll

Age:120

Gender: Male

Life: 250

Properties

Strength:20

Agility:7

Physique: 25

Perception: 4

Will:7

Charm:4

Spirit:8

Skills:

Regeneration (passive solidification): No matter what kind of troll, they have legendary self-healing abilities, their metabolism is far higher than that of ordinary species, any non-fatal injuries will be healed in a short time, and they are immune to bleeding.

But it is weakly toxic.

Rock body (passive solidification): Rock giants have infinite magic power, thick skin and flesh, and are extremely resistant to beatings. If you attack them with sharp weapons, the weapons will be easily damaged. Natural constitution and strength +10.

……

Roy breathed out, feeling slightly excited. He had heard many rumors about trolls,

For example, being loyal, honest and honest.

For example, it used to prey on humans, but then it ate less.

Today was the first time he encountered a troll.

Although the atmosphere is not too friendly.

He waved towards the three buddies, with as gentle a face as possible, and greeted loudly, "Several giant membranes... membranes, we don't mean any harm. We want to take a detour to the Ring of Elements. We don't want to seize your territory. Please let us go. Go!"

"No!"

"Bang!"

The second-ranked troll threw a stone down, and it landed at the feet of the two witchers, making a large pit. It roared to express its strong dissatisfaction, "The witchers were holding sharp wooden tools." Stick, kill monsters, trolls are also monsters, so you want to kill trolls!"

"Lambert, didn't you say that the troll's brain is not working well? This is not a very clear idea." Roy asked the people around him, "What suggestions do you have now. How did you get there before?"

"Troll Mountain is one of the badge trials, and it tests reaction. We probably didn't let them feel threatened before. They usually ignored it, so they just rushed over!"

"Then what are you waiting for?!" The two exchanged glances, and at the same time outlined the golden talisman. Quinn covered his whole body, sprinted forward with his legs and head buried in the air!

The troll shouted anxiously on the top of the mountain when he saw this.

"Bad witcher, stop!"

"Shameless!"

The witcher turned a deaf ear and the whole process went surprisingly smoothly.

In just over a hundred meters, the two of them rushed across the ravine in seconds with agility far beyond ordinary people.

The troll's throwing power is amazing, but it is not a professional "grenadier", and the stones thrown did not even touch the hair of the demon hunter.

The two rushed into a shallow tunnel and blasted away the rock and soil blocking the exit with two Alder blows.

However, they were dumbfounded as soon as they came out of the tunnel. Ten meters away, three rock trolls stood side by side at the entrance to the canyon leading to the Ring of Elements, with their hands folded across their chests and fierce eyes, like three gatekeeper gods.

"Demon hunter, you don't listen to advice, you are a bad guy!" The troll leader poked the two of them with his chubby egg-like finger, "Where else do you want to run? The trolls are counting down dozens... six! ”

"Leave within a limited time!" The other two people grabbed a stone the size of a human head and tried to throw it, "or else I will smash a hole in my head!"

“Throw it into a big iron pot and heat it with mushrooms!”

……

"Six..."

"Have they ever killed witchers?" Roy suddenly asked.

Lambert shook his head, "But there were many unlucky ones who were hit so hard that they fainted."

"Five..." The troll leader retracted one of his six straight fingers.

Lambert's amber pupils turned cold and he drew out his silver sword.

He never spoils these guys.

"Four..."

"If you monsters don't get out of the way, we'll send you to the West!"

"Man, don't do anything, let me communicate!"

Roy stopped him.

"Three..."

The troll's eyes showed a fierce look, his muscles were bulging, his body was half-crouched, and his face was cold and devoid of any innocence.

The witcher held his breath.

The atmosphere was tense.

A **** battle seems inevitable.

"二——"

The troll tensed up,

Take a deep breath and open your mouth wide,

"Ten!" Roy yelled without warning.

The troll who was about to shout out the last number seemed to be startled. The whole demon was stunned, and its awe-inspiring and inviolable aura disappeared.

It lowered its huge head, glanced at the six-digit fingers on both hands, its eyes became blank, and murmured to itself in a daze,

"Hey! How many trolls should we count?"

"You counted to ten!" A female troll poked its chest with her finger and said firmly.

The other female spread her hands, tossing and turning, holding a total of six carrot-thick fingers,

"Then what? Six?"

"Ahem, cough, three giant warriors, please believe the demon hunters, we are here with good intentions!" Roy didn't know when he took out a little yellow dog from his hood, and licked the meat and stuffed it. body to face.

The big one and the small one stared at the three trolls with innocent and friendly eyes.

"The witcher makes friends with the giant membrane."

"Just like me and it!"

"Woof!"

Roy stretched out his hand to grab the yellow dog, stuffed it into his hood, and like magic, took out an open bottle of spirits. The rich aroma of the wine quickly spread into the air with the witcher's shaking hand.

The three-headed troll suddenly forgot to count, and invariably stooped its body and twitched its black nose like a dog.

I squinted my eyes in intoxication.

But Lambert glanced at his companions strangely, still holding the sword and keeping vigilant!

Roy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the method worked, and his mind began to crazily recall an unprecedented masterpiece taught by Serrit - "How to Use Words to Deceive a Simple Troll"

Troll, loves to build bridges, loves to drink, and is stubborn.

It doesn’t have to be a head-on confrontation.

He thought about it for a while and finished the draft.

"The three of you are good giants. Demon hunters only kill bad ones. We are here to make friends and give you good wine as gifts!"

"Wine?!"

"Gift?!"

The troll leader's whole body was trembling. It took him five seconds to understand this with his poor brain, and his mouth opened wide in surprise.

The troll family lived alone on the top of the mountain. For more than fifty years, they had never made any decent friends, and no one took the initiative to send gifts to the Ziji family.

My nose feels a little sore for no reason.

But it shook its head.

"The witcher just broke the rules and ran away!"

"Say one thing and do another, but behind the scenes there is a third one!" A female troll helped.

"I can't wait to give you gifts! You were on the mountain and I was down below. How could I hand over the gifts? I had to run over to give them to you!"

The troll stretched out his hand to scratch his back like a gorilla and questioned,

"Why did the Witcher mention the Ring of Elements?"

"To brew the best vodka, you must collect the grass and fruits that grow near the Ring of Elements!" Roy's dark gold pupils flashed with sincerity. "If you don't believe me, why don't you drink and see?"

The troll then said "Hey", hesitated, half pushed and half got up.

Roy gave Lambert a reassuring look and asked him to put away his weapon. He raised his left hand high in a surrender posture and held the wine bottle in his right hand, slowly moving towards the three trolls step by step. Get a closer look at this unique creature.

The troll in a quiet state is quite naive.

The huge head and green forehead are inexplicably delicate.

Of course, compared to Lao Spearhead.

The witcher placed a bottle of wine at their feet.

The glistening wine sloshes in the transparent long-neck bottle, reflecting the moving brilliance.

The aroma of wine overflowed, and the three-headed troll's eyes widened.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

"Giant Membrane, drink Noocheng Vodka, we will be friends for life!" Roy smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Vodka? Friend," the troll leader's small eyes glanced at his two companions, who nodded hurriedly while swallowing their saliva.

"Witchers drink too, let's drink together. Only those who can enjoy vodka can be friends!"

Next, an extremely absurd scene appeared in front of the Wolf Faction Demon Hunter.

The young snake sect and the three-headed trolls gathered in a circle and sat on the ground. They started with a bottle for you and a glass for me, and they toasted and chatted enthusiastically.

The three-headed trolls each held a wine bottle and drank heavily.

And the witcher slowly sipped one cup after another.

Every time he drank one bottle, he magically took out another bottle of wine.

Vodka, beer, dwarf spirits, in many different ways.

What is this kid doing?

"Giant membrane membrane...how long have you lived in the mountains?"

"Six, six, six..." The troll leader said more than ten sixes in a row, and then the cycle continued as if the computer was down, and the drink leaked from the gaps between his teeth.

Obviously it can't count that number.

Roy heard anxiously,

"Let's do this, three friends, all come closer. I, Roy, swear that today, I will teach my friends how to count to more than ten!"

"More than ten?"

The three trolls followed the demon hunter's instructions in confusion. They all spread out their palms, put their six hands side by side, and counted from left to right until they reached eighteen.

"If a family is neatly organized, they can count to eighteen!"

The trolls were all stunned. They tried repeatedly in cooperation with each other. After several times, they memorized the method thoroughly and looked at him as if they were looking at gods.

"Roy, you bring wine and teach counting, you are a good person!"

The trolls gave a thumbs up.

"Benefactor!"

"Friends!"

"Drink!"

"Hiccup... Giant membrane, isn't your rule one husband and one wife?" Roy once read from a paper written by Serrit that trolls practice monogamy for life.

One party will not remarry after his or her death.

At least when it comes to love, he is much more loyal than most romantically inclined humans.

Dark Gold glanced at the three trolls, which were clearly a male leader and two females.

Did this guy violate tradition and start a harem?

"It, wife, giant hemp!" When the wife heard the roll call, she grinned with big yellow teeth and smiled ferociously at her husband.

"It, my daughter's giant mushroom!" The troll's thick palm patted the head of his friend with lighter skin,

"Bang!"

The latter immediately punched it in the chest affectionately.

Gravel splashes.

Roy's eyes twitched when he saw it. If he was punched, at least one of his ribs would be broken.

"Do you know the one-eyed monster in the cave, Old Spearhead?"

"Old Spearhead is dangerous!" The troll shook his head, "Don't mess with it!"

"Okay, don't mess with it... Are your family interested in going outside for a walk?"

"The outside world is wonderful, with fine wine and big pots of stew, that's enough!"

"Trolls like mushrooms." Juma said unceremoniously.

"Of course there are, and there are a lot of ingredients added, all of which are your favorites, small frogs, small snails, small slugs, bones... yuck..." Roy tried his best to recall Serrit's thesis, "Smelly and fragrant. Fragrant."

If you can trick three trolls into working as bodyguards in Nuo City, then from now on, who will dare to provoke a demon hunter? !

It’s not a problem that they can’t afford to support them. As long as there are trolls, there are many merchants willing to pay a lot of money to hire them.

When the time comes, will you make a profit?

The three trolls were obviously moved, holding the wine bottle in their mouths, tilting their heads and staring with big eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

But in the end, they shook their heads in unison,

"This, Kaer Morhen, is home. Trolls protect their home and cannot leave!"

Roy felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he did not force them to leave their homes, and asked again,

“The dilapidated castle over there, with its many beautiful stones, can it be considered the home of the Giant Membrane?”

"The castle has a lot of stones, which is not boring at all, and it is also a good choice for families. But there are four witchers, they are too powerful, and they are as flexible as mice. They cannot be hit by stones, and it hurts when they are poked with wooden sticks. But!" The troll looked in the direction of the castle, with some hope and a little fear in his eyes.

Roy's heart moved,

"If outsiders attack and destroy the beautiful castle, will you help?"

The three-headed troll pinched his right hand with his left hand and hesitated, his honest cheeks full of tangles.

"Actually, I live there too, and the beautiful castle is also Roy's home."

"Friend's home?!" The troll seemed to realize something, and suddenly patted his chest and solemnly promised, "Troll will help protect Roy!"

"Drive away the intruders!"

"Welcome Roy to this mountain, and be our guest anytime!"

When the witcher got the answer he wanted, he showed his white teeth, his smile became brighter, and he bribed the troll family with a bottle of wine.

Half an hour later.

The troll drank too much mixed wine and was so drunk that he lay down on the roadside and fell asleep.

He snored loudly.

"Brother, you are so cunning, you can actually get them drunk."

Lambert, who had been watching quietly not far away, came over, his palm like a knife across his neck, and he made a slit throat gesture with a fierce look on his face.

"Trolls have a fast metabolism and will wake up soon. We'd better do it quickly!"

Roy was stunned for a moment, and his dark gold pupils swept across the defenseless three-headed monster in front of him, exposing its soft belly to him.

Troll mutation inducers are very precious and absolutely suitable for the upcoming Flying Lion Monster Green Grass Trial.

But he struggled a little.

Then he shook his head and followed his heart.

After all, Roy is not an emotionless experience harvesting machine.

"Lambert~IndoMTL.com~You didn't hear clearly just now. The Jumomo family made a promise. If Kaer Morhen is attacked in the future, they can come here to bring reinforcements!"

"It took me a long time to talk and collect many bottles to get close to them! Wouldn't killing them be a waste of hard work!"

"Are you sure you let them go, kid?" Lambert looked like he had been struck by a ghost. He had a bad temper and never communicated with monsters. "If a witcher doesn't kill monsters, then what kind of witcher is it?"

"Demon hunters only kill harmful monsters!" Roy teased, "Lambert, Lambert, you have been with the friend of monsters, Mr. White Wolf, for so long, and you have not been influenced by his advanced ideas at all. ?"

"He is him, I am me!"

"Seriously, don't fight and kill all day long! When you have time, go to the Oxenfurt Animal Protection Association to study and accept some different ideas."

"Where is that place?" Lambert reluctantly left the troll family behind and walked side by side with Roy towards the hillside leading to the Ring of Elements.

"A holy place to learn knowledge!"